"The late afternoon sky is the color of light turquoise streaked with arrows of dark brown starlings and cloud wisps. It is framed square in the ceiling above my bed in Denmark where I lay swelling with a lazy longing under goose feather blankets and loose pages of erotica. I've spent the night and most of the morning recalling the stories Daniel and I wrote to each other, crumpling in and out of consciousness.
The words are just as I remember them: picturesque." more >>